Six in the morning. Too cold to sleep, too dark to get out of the sleeping bag. Yawningly reach one arm out to unzip the tent and see the moon rising over the steamy river when “BANG”, I hear in my head – with Samuel L. Jackson’s voice – “A cooold night keepin’ ya awake, man? You go and shoot the mothafucka right now!”. And so I shot it, Your Honor, with a camera, though.